An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.

The Possessed

have you ever met
that person
that prefaces opinion withto be perfectly honest
so often
you wonder
if honesty’s definition
is lost to idiomatic expression,
or

…what the fuck.
did [insert specifics] really just quote
from that movie like
we didn’t watch it together
three nights ago?
who is this person
sitting in front of me
standing,
walking
verbally actualizing conjecture
from idea
to physical form fact
disputing logical consistency
as if Truth
itself
were subject to perspective.
(so, that’s where honesty got off to)
if I push [above specified]
will he/she topple to the
floor
still pantomiming
conversation hands
clueless
eyes
staring
mouth moving human animations

must be controlled remotely

is there even a person inside
this wind-up toy
people-bot?

are they,
all of them
dreaming individual realities?
convinced of value self level
increased
with material product quality?

earlier today:
overheard neighbours
in bldg laundry rm. talking about
junkie mother’s baby found
dead in microwave during
drugs bust last night’s News report
“‘Aint my fuckin’ kid, but
if a child of mine did that
to one of my gran’babies
you better hope
to hell the cops catch’em first.”

doubt they understand this faulty logic

but,
pretty sure I remember
reading
that microwaved-baby story
back in O-12, or 13 in line at
local Supermarket.
felt disgusted enough, I wished
I could have vomited
right there, at the check-out.
Then
heard it again
referenced in movie when gritty
city P.D. detective
delivered heart wrenching speech
to his then-girlfriend
emotionally needing comfort

microwave-baby sells books,
microwave-baby to champion war on drugs,
parents
still leave infant in carseat summer
“just running in for a sec.”
return to death surprise
cry, CRY
young mother lactating in parkinglot
dramatic tears for microwave baby

anything to get on TV

becoming difficult to determine
where the animal ends,
and the human begins
(author laughs audibly to
self) “Honey…”,
wife calls from kitchen,
“what did we have for dinner
last Tuesday?”

“I don’t know dear”,
husband falls silent
waiting for response

pizza?”

“No,
we ate in
remember,
we watched that movie?
Wife has now moved to
livingroom near kitchen
spatula hand on hip

Husband
on couch looks up at wife
“No dear,
I meant
do you want to order pizza?
I honestly
can’t remember dinner last Tuesday.”

“hmm.”
ponders wife
as they both reflexively turn
attention toward TV
contemplating the development
of their immediate futures.